Noah.
The absolute audacity and arrogant confidence with which Damien spoke irritated me far beyond the limits of my imagination.
What exactly did he mean by telling me to quit?
Was the man completely insane?
Did we really need to keep dragging out this endless, repetitive argument about who could or couldn't be with Maria?
Was he so blind to reality that he couldn't see what was right in front of his eyes?
It was only today, standing in this quiet stone corridor, that I could totally and definitively tell that every single one of those brothers was completely dumb.
Maria had already made her choice loud and clear—and that choice was me.
There had never been any ambiguity in her actions, her words, or the way she had chosen to stand beside me. She had already made her decision, and as far as I was concerned, that should have been enough to settle the matter once and for all.
